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| Righan´s Hideout; one of the best known taverns inside the Capital | |
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| Qen-Rae | 13 Oct 2010, 09:03 PM Post #1 |
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It was raining yet again. The sky in the Capital was overcast by dark clouds, cold rain falling on its countless roofs and streets. Still, many Teimzurrians walked in the city like nothing was happening, they were used to it. A shiny day was something very rare in here, so they just took out their coats and hoods and continued in their daily routine. This was not a case of the visitors coming to see the Imperial City itself, tho. These often gathered in taverns just like this one, Righan´s Hideout, together with locals that finished with their work for this day. Unlike on the streets, it was warm in the tavern. It was nearly full, just a table or two completely free, the rest was occupied by vividly talking people. Several of them were visibly off-duty city guards with their weapons leaning against walls or on tables, the rest were either handicraftsmen or just local peasants coming from the outskirts of the city. The inn stood just a few minutes of walk behind the main walls, after all... |
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| Firrah Duerurt | 14 Oct 2010, 03:50 AM Post #2 |
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The rain pitted-patted on Firrah's black lion cloak, the hollow lion's face was used as a mask, many people would have thought that the wearer was apart of a masquerade. Through the eye holes of the half-face mask, Firrah looked the tavern suspiciously up and down, then looking around of his surroundings slowly. Then at the people who were continuing their daily lives through the filthy weather. Spitting on the cobbled streets, Firrah walked to the door confidently, before opening it he casually cast a glance through one of the windows taking in the details of who was there, and who to avoid, the guards were one. Taking a firm grip of the door handle, he twisted it and stepped over the threshold, the warm beer-baited air washed over him. Firrah smiled ever so slightly, he closed the door quietly, pulling back the lion faced mask. Taking in a big sniff of the air he confindently approached the innkeeper. "You serve food here?" Firrah asked without the common courtesy of a friendly greeting. |
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"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just like Firrah Duerurt, just want to watch the world burn." - Bounty Hunter, two hours before being assassinated by Firrah. | |
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| Qen-Rae | 15 Oct 2010, 07:08 PM Post #3 |
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Several people turned their heads to a newly arriving figure, looking on his uncommon gear. Some of the guests lowered their voice to talk between themselves, recognising that Firrah might be coming from the ´barbarian´ race. Rhugvanians were one of the few races that the imperials respected. "Sure, we do," the inkeeper replied. "What would you like?" He kept his sight on the newcomer, not sure how he will react. |
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| Firrah Duerurt | 16 Oct 2010, 08:21 AM Post #4 |
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"Right, well I want steak, whiskey and a case of cigars." he looks at the innkeepers "Now." Firrah turns and takes a sit, noticing that the other patrons of the bar have gone a little quiet, a small satisified grin spreads across his face as leans back into his seat, one hand resting on the back of his head his other hand gently ran across the necklace around his neck. As he does this, he watches the people in the tavern taking in even greater detail. Then it dawns to him that he hadn't paid the innkeeper, he will get his pay soon enough depending on the quality of the items he had demanded. "I wonder?. . ." he whispers slowly. |
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"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just like Firrah Duerurt, just want to watch the world burn." - Bounty Hunter, two hours before being assassinated by Firrah. | |
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| Qen-Rae | 18 Oct 2010, 10:55 PM Post #5 |
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The inkeeper turned and disappeared into the kitchen, coming back after a moment, waiting before the meal will be ready, sending a waiter with the whiskey meanwhile, whispering something to him before the boy walked to Firrah´s table. "Here is your drink, sir..." he bowed to him slightly. He was young, probably a son of the inkeeper, not even adult. "But I am sorry, we do not have cigarettes or any tobacco here now. It is a rare thing at the end of the month." "He he hee... are you looking for cigarettes?" an elderly man from the table infront of Firrah remarked. "Where are you coming from? They are sending just one caravan per month from Tenkuv for common people!" he chuckled for himself and took a sip from his bottle. Maybe that no one in the inn noticed, but a person sitting in the corner looked in the direction of Firrah and the talking man suspiciously. He was barely visible between all the visitors, but he was here, dressed in a dark cloak. Meanwhile, the conversation inside the tavern grew louder again... ((just to explain - tobbaco is one of the goods that is delivered from teimzurrian colonies overseas and only in spare amount /at least for the common people/ ... and Tenkuv (to the north-east from the Capital) is the biggest imperial port on this continent, as you probably know)) |
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| Firrah Duerurt | 20 Oct 2010, 08:22 AM Post #6 |
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Firrah nods at the boy and smiles with fake gratitude, he searches through his pockets and produces some coins he then hands it to the boy and motions for him to go away. Firrah opened the whiskey and took a long draught from it, suddenly being interuppted by the old man. "Yeah, I'm looking for some cigars. Got any old man? I'm nearly out." he askes rudely. Taking another long drink from the glass bottle, he lowers it and looks at the label as the man continues to speak to him he shakes his head slightly, he was hoping for stronger whiskey. "I just came from a village from the west." Firrah answered with a lie, his eyes gleamed "I might have a new place to go soon though." Taking out a battered cigar case he opens it, he sighs angrily when he see's that there is only two cigars left. Firrah shook his head again and took one out, he lit it up with a match and began smoking. |
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"Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men, just like Firrah Duerurt, just want to watch the world burn." - Bounty Hunter, two hours before being assassinated by Firrah. | |
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| Qen-Rae | 20 Oct 2010, 09:31 PM Post #7 |
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"Me? No... where would I get it?" he smiled. "Oh?" Firrah got his attention again when he mentioned a village from the west. "Which one? My son got married and move to Reinem a year back!" He got up and took his own bottle, going to Firrah´s table. "Mind if I sit down, stranger? My name is Ryal, I am blacksmith over here." Meanwhile the innkeeper´s boy returned again, with a large steak on a wooden plate. It seemed to be well prepared, even with added spice that was, just like tobacco, not coming from the continent. "Oh, seems you hit the speciality of this inn!" Ryal remarked, looking on the meal. |
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| Firrah Duerurt | 21 Oct 2010, 10:49 AM Post #8 |
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Thinking of some of the names of villages he went to he couldn't remember alot of them, it was a long time ago since he was last there, he had no plan on going back either, just incase some of his former owners or bounty hunters were looking for him again, like hell would he go back to be caged like an animal. He still searched for a name soon making up one in his head. "A really small village called Bronco, just a handful of people live there." Firrah looks at the plate on the table, the steak looked good, he turned his eyes to the boy who was standing at the table. Firrah cast him an intimidating glance, wanting him to go away quickly. Turning his grey eyes back to the man and sighs softly. "Go ahead. Looks good don't it?" Firrah says motioning for him to grab a seat "Can you read?" he taps his cigar so the loose cigar ash would fall to the ground. |
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| Qen-Rae | 22 Oct 2010, 08:36 PM Post #9 |
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"Hmmm, Bronco... never heard of it..." the man remarked while sitting down. "Is it more to the south, closer to the big walls? I heard just about those..." Soon after Firrah dropped the ash from his cigar to the floor, the boy appeared again, carrying a small metal ashtray. "Sir, could you please-" "Oh, yes, I made those!" Ryal took it from him, putting it on the table. "Now go boy, I´m sure there´s something to be-" he paused after Firrah asked his question. "...read?" He looked on him surprised, chuckling just a little later. "You´re full of surprises, stranger! Hehe... well, I can´t read. But why are you asking?" |
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| Firrah Duerurt | 23 Oct 2010, 08:10 AM Post #10 |
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Firrah's brain started to work a little more faster about making his story a little more authentic, he looked at the man and smirks. Then he finally says after a moment of thinking and taking another draw from his cigar "It's a small community of farmers, you know nothing really important to put on a map. I'm sure that there is hundreds of those sort of communities around the place. Aye, it is further south." When the tavern boy rushes over with the metal ashtray and interupts Firrah's and Ryals conversation, Firrah turned an angry glance to the young boy. One of Firrah's hands resting on his own knee, while his elbow rest on the table with the cigar still in between his fingers. "Hasn't you're parents ever taught you any manners?" With that said, he completely ignores the boy and turns back to Ryals, his eyes daring him to say something stupid. |
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